On Jerry’s first attempt to smuggle marijuana, his small boat nearly sank in a storm almost as soon as he left Bermuda. Days after leaving port, he finally arrived at Jamaica, only to be arrested, where he was detained for two day while his story was checked. After being released, he got the marijuana and again ran into the story, that this time was worse than ever. When he finally arrived back at the Bermuda coast line, he was exhausted and somewhat delirious. And to add insult to injury, the man who was supposed to be waiting for him to help with refueling and the return trip to south Florida was not there. This forced him to anchor the boat offshore and wade to land, with an empty gas can so he could purchase enough fuel to make it to a major port. The island was Great Inagua, about 50 miles from Cuba. When Jerry walked ashore, he looked like a baked snowflake in a sea of black—that is to say he stood out. So naturally the local police was curious and it wasn’t long before they discovered the marijuana.They took him to a small jail and threw him in a cell where the bathroom was a hole in the floor. Then, they began beating him, and didn’t stop until they thought he was dying. A few days later, they took him to Nassau to appear before a magistrate, who eventually fined him and confiscated both the boat and the marijuana.Jerry made a promise that he would never again use a boat to smuggle, and when he returned to Tennessee, he took flying lessons. After 16 hours, he was ready to go.

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My name is Richard Biggs and I'm a writer. My latest book is about Jerry Allen LeQuire, a convicted drug kingpin, who rejected two offers from the CIA to work for them, and has been in a federal prison for over 30 years.